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In the tradition of A Year in Provence and Under the Tuscan Sun, acclaimed English travel writer Tahir Shah shares a highly entertaining account of making an exotic dream come true. By turns hilarious and harrowing, here is the story of his family's move from the gray skies of London to the sun-drenched city of Casablanca, where Islamic tradition and African folklore converge-and nothing is as easy as it seems.... Inspired by the Moroccan vacations of his childhood, Tahir Shah dreamed of making a home in that astonishing country. At age thirty-six he got his chance. Investing what money he and his wife, Rachana, had, Tahir packed up his growing family and bought Dar Khalifa, a crumbling ruin of a mansion by the sea in Casablanca that once belonged to the city's caliph, or spiritual leader. With its lush grounds, cool, secluded courtyards, and relaxed pace, life at Dar Khalifa seems sure to fulfill Tahir's fantasy-until he discovers that in many ways he is farther from home than he imagined. For in Morocco an empty house is thought to attract jinns, invisible spirits unique to the Islamic world. The ardent belief in their presence greatly hampers sleep and renovation plans, but that is just the beginning. From elaborate exorcism rituals involving sacrificial goats to dealing with gangster neighbors intent on stealing their property, the Shahs must cope with a new culture and all that comes with it. Endlessly enthralling, The Caliph's House charts a year in the life of one family who takes a tremendous gamble. As we follow Tahir on his travels throughout the kingdom, from Tangier to Marrakech to the Sahara, we discover a world of fierce contrasts that any true adventurer would be thrilled to call home.… (more)
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And then there are the children. We hear that Ariane goes to school, but learn nothing about how that goes for her. We get to see her father make one mistake after another that could traumatize a young child for years — dead cats, huge rats, strange people trooping and falling through the house, poisonous plants in the garden, and of course the goat. These kids are either incredibly tough cookies or wackos, and I'm not sure which disturbs me more.
Most of all, I think I resent learning nothing of what living through this year meant to Shah as a writer (other than providing a new source of royalties, possibly to finance his writing something more interesting). Not until the very last pages do we see him doing any writing, and learn that he's doing it in fountain pen. Well, that at least tells me something about his romanticism, but I wish he'd let that romanticism and a few fully fleshed characters infect the rest of the book.
I struggled through parts of the book. I found
Still, a really worthwhile read for the insights it offers into Moroccan living.
The ensuing tribulations of trying to restore the home, using local architects and craftsmen is reminiscent Mayle's A Year In Provence. It is a deeper book than that, however, if only because Moroccan tribal culture is much more complex and exotic than rural southern French culture. For example, Shah has to hire 25 tribal exorcists to stay at the house, and practice rituals, including the killing of a wild goat, to exorcise the evil Jinns that infest the house.
Shah writes well and the book is a humorous, fun read. Moreover, Shah has posted numerous informative videos on youtube that enrich the reading experience. Excellent travel literature.
A friend, Hillel Natanson adds, "It's an entertaining story that unmasks at least some of the mystery of Moroccan culture. His self-deprecating portrait lightens up a story that in other hands might have been a bit heavy and tedious. I second the recommendation.
I actually began reading this book several years ago & put it down as I didn't have the interest to finish it, but I guess "Things Change"....
In 2004, Tahir Shah, purchased a house in Casablanca, Morocco known as Dar Khalifa. It was once owned by wealthy people but had fallen into disrepair and it
Upon arriving Shah & his family came upon the "guardians" of Dar Khalifa, who of course were more than reluctant to accept the family & the changes they proposed to make to the the house & property, lest they displease Qandisha, the resident Jinn (who was eventually "exorcised").
Not one to be discouraged, Shah went ahead with the onerous project, meeting & dealing w/ more than one "difficult" party.... In the process he did meet a few friends of his grandfather's and made many new friends as well......
It amazed me, that a man of well being, who himself was from Afghanistan, allowed himself to be so cowed by the people who worked for him!
But it was an interesting book, well written and rather detailed towards the end describing the interior construction of the house.
It's basically the story of a big home remodel, so there is not a lot of substance. There is some humor, and a light impression of Moroccan culture, but not enough of either. Unfortunately, there aren't good portraits of any of the other characters, neither in Shah's family nor
It ends with the exorcism of the house's djinns, on the one-year anniversary of Shah's stay in Morocco. While this might be a natural ending spot, I wanted more closure. What happens to Kamal, to the wannabe American terrorist, or the neighborhood gangster? At least tell us more about the house. Perhaps I have to read the sequel.
> One week I asked if he believed in Jinns. "Of course I do," he said without a thought. "They are all around us. Their world shapes our own."
> Fortunately, his weakened condition made it easy to take control. Unlike him, and everyone else, I was eating three meals a day and sleeping seven hours a night. By the final days of Ramadan, I felt like king of the world.
> As word of the banquet spread, more and more homeless souls arrived to eat. … The architect's face became so ferociously red that I feared he might keel over. I asked for my money. He fired off a salvo of excuses. "Our friends want to touch the paintings," Kamal said. The architect glanced at the beggars' oily fingers, the mess on the floor, and clapped his hands to his cheeks. He strode over to his desk and wrote me out a check.
> as Kamal explained, marriage to a Moroccan woman would set me on a fast track through the ocean of bureaucracy.
> As I toured the great buildings of Morocco, I found myself perplexed that they had ever been completed at all. Whenever I ran through the house ranting, the master craftsmen would grin broadly and exclaim that only Allah was complete.
> "They have asked you to have all the books translated into Arabic by an official translator." "But there are more than ten thousand books," I said. "Each one's more than two hundred pages." I did a calculation. "That's at least two million pages." "An official translator charges ten dollars a page," said Kamal.
> Two days before Eid, the poor creatures became invaluable sales tools. Buy a new washing machine and you got a ram thrown in for free; buy a used car and you got half a dozen of them. One electronics store on Boulevard Zerktouni raffled an entire flock the night before Eid, causing absolute hysteria.